Last Monday, I rode the train to New York City to visit the Met. I woke up having endured a full-body blow of uncertain origin; like I’d been hurled so hard my psyche bruised. I needed some tenderness. An Artist’s Date. Lunch with my Very Best Friend. What was it that made me want to put my head against the train window and wince? I’m so tired from waki…
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